Six Sin
Pugilistic Addiction
Kryll nodded, smiling sadly at the girl sitting across from him. He'd been like that, once. Before that experiment. After that, though, he'd always been able to get rid of his fear at the point of a blaster. That was when he decided he was going to help. He said, "If you trust me, you've way braver than me. It takes a long, long time for me to trust anybody. I can't sleep on those transports, because I'm always afraid the person next to me will make sure I don't wake up," he sighed, drank more coffee, and put it back down, "I only carry one knife, since I can't trust anybody not to steal em off me and give me a sliced throat in return. You haven't seen it, but I wear an armored mask so people can't see or talk to me."
He took another sip of his coffee, finishing it, and pulled out one of his guns. A smallish one, because it didn't look like Sky could handle the recoil from something larger. He pushed it across the table, and said, "Keep that with you, and you have no reason to fear anything that's not a small army."
[member="Sky"]
He took another sip of his coffee, finishing it, and pulled out one of his guns. A smallish one, because it didn't look like Sky could handle the recoil from something larger. He pushed it across the table, and said, "Keep that with you, and you have no reason to fear anything that's not a small army."
[member="Sky"]